“I’ll risk it, whatever the result. And we shall start at once, taking our own fellows along with us. Hubert!”
Quick as the call came the trumpeter from aft ante-room, where he had stayed in waiting. To receive the order,—
“To the men’s quarters, and sound the ‘Assembly’! Lose not a moment!”
And not a moment lost the trumpeter, knowing that when Colonel Walwyn gave an order in such excited strain it meant promptest obedience. Snatching up his trumpet, as he hurried out through the ante-room, he was in the street in an instant hurrying towards the cavalry quarters.
Chapter Sixty Three.
An Exciting Epistle.
“Trevor!” cried the colonel to his troop captain, now also upon his feet, and sharing his excitement; “send out an orderly to summon Harley and our other officers. Perhaps you had best go yourself. You know where to find them, I suppose?”
“I think I do, colonel.”